pampered roses

In the hall of the Civil Affairs Bureau, voices were noisy.

Fu Zechen's voice was not loud, but Tangli could hear it clearly.

She froze for a moment, met his eyes, and pursed her lips, "Don't you want to?"

Fu Zechen looked at her, and rubbed his rough and slightly callused fingertips on her wrist bones. He fixed his eyes on her, his eyes and expression were very serious, and he said slowly, word by word,

"Tangli, you married me, we are destined to live and die together in the same bed in this life."

His voice was calm, but with a certain sense of oppression.

Tangli looked at him, the corners of her lips twitched, and she bent her eyes, "Well, life and death are the same acupuncture points."

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Xu Ze appeared in the lobby of the Civil Affairs Bureau punctually 10 minutes later with a bag of clothes.

Tangli was a little surprised, and raised her hand to look at the time. It was less than four or ten minutes before she got off work, and they hadn't been lined up yet.

Fu Zechen took her by the hand and handed her the bag.

Tangli opened it and took a look. It was a bright red cheongsam with twigs on it.

Fu Zechen said lightly, "Is this suitable?"

Tangli nodded, her eyes were bright, "Yes."

The corners of Fu Zechen's lips curled up, and he raised his watch to look at the time, "We should be there in 10 minutes. If nothing else, we will be the last couple of today."

Tangli's heart was beating a little faster, she carried her bag and went to the front to find the staff, who took her to the locker room.

The cheongsam was quickly changed. The red Chinese cheongsam has a great shape and appearance, and the figure and lines are beautifully outlined. The embroidered twigs embroidered with Su embroidery on the cheongsam skirt look very comfortable.

Tangli reapplied her lipstick in front of the mirror and tidied her hair. When she went out, the staff just called out their numbers.

Fu Zechen stepped forward, lowered his gaze to her face, his gaze deepened slightly, and lightly touched her lips with his fingertips, "Have you put on lipstick?"

Tangli blushed slightly, and nodded, "Well, does it look good?"

Fu Zechen looked at her seriously, "It looks good."

"No. 1083, it's your turn, come in and take pictures." The staff told them to enter the room.

Fu Zechen took Tangli's hand and went in. The photographer in charge of taking pictures saw their eyes light up, and began to guide them in the posture of taking pictures.

"The bride should not smile so stiffly."

"The groom's hands can be put back a little bit."

"Hey, just this action, don't move."

"Crack——" the photographer put down the camera and waved at the two of them, "The shot is finished, go out and get the certificate stamped."

During the whole process, Tangli felt that her heart was beating almost in her throat, which was unrealistic and unrealistic.

Fu Zechen led her to the front hall, and the staff handed them the two stamped bright red notebooks, and said with a smile, "Happy newlyweds."

Tangli was still a little dazed, but Fu Zechen held her hand and led her out.

Arriving at the car door, Tangli looked at the photos of the two on the marriage certificate, and the name "Fu Zechen" on the printed "Spouse" column.

Seeing her reaction, Fu Zechen looked slightly picky, picked up the small notebook and shook it in front of her, and called her in a casual tone,

"Mrs. Fu?"

Tangli raised her eyes blankly, "Ah."

Fu Zechen stared at her, squinted his eyes, and clicked his tongue, "I got used to it pretty quickly."

Tangli blushed slightly, clutching a red notebook in her hand, and did not speak.

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows slightly, and took the marriage certificate from her hand.

Tangli frowned and looked at him, "What are you doing?"

Fu Zechen put away the two red books without changing his face, and said lightly, "I'll keep them."

Tangli pursed her lips, a little reluctant, "Why can't I take care of it?" She also wanted to keep it...

Fu Zechen glanced at her, then smiled indifferently, with a cold expression, "I'm old, so I can see it."

Tangli: "..."

Fu Zechen looked at her displeased expression, and patted her on the head, "Let's go, get in the car, go back to the old house and tell the old lady."

Tangli hummed, then turned around and obediently took the co-pilot seat, but her eyes were still fixed on the red notebook in his arms.

It was already night when the car arrived at the old house, and it was completely dark.

When Fu Zechen got in the car, he called the old house in advance to inform him. The old lady knew in advance that they were coming back, but she didn't know what was going on, so she asked the housekeeper to prepare a table of dishes.

Fu Zechen parked the car and opened the passenger door.

Tangli was a little nervous, so she didn't get out of the car immediately, she just sat in the passenger seat and looked at Fu Zechen outside, "Is there anyone else besides Grandma Fu?"

Fu Zechen leaned on the car door with his elbows, looked down at her with a calm expression, and raised his eyebrows, "Lin Shuang and Fu Qingyang are also here."

Tangli pursed her lower lip, hesitating a little, "Are you going to tell them about our obtaining the certificate?"

Fu Zechen looked at her with lowered eyes, vaguely guessing what was going on in the store, and let out a laugh from his throat, "Worried that kid Fu Qingyang can't bear it?"

His tone was a bit cool, and his black eyes were shining black against the night behind him, carrying a strong aggression.

Tangli was burned by his eyes, and shook her head, "No, I don't care about him at all."

Fu Zechen's expression softened slightly, but he was still a little cold, "Then who do you care about?"

Tangli pursed her lips, looked at him with lingering eyes, and said softly,

"I only care about you,"

She paused, her voice was small but clear,

"husband."

The girl's voice was warm and soft, with a hint of coquetry and coquettishness.

Fu Zechen's expression obviously paused, his eyebrows and eyes were dark, his Adam's apple rolled down, and most of the coolness around him dissipated at once.

He stepped forward, leaned slightly, leaned on the leather seat behind Tangli with his elbows, stared closely at her eyes, and said hoarsely, "What are you calling me? Call me again?"

Tangli looked at him without evasion, her slender eyelashes moved, she put her arms around his neck, approached him slightly, and spoke word by word,

"husband."